from Private Poem to Norman Macleod - by
The spaces in the poem are yours.They are the place where youCan enter as yourself aloneAnd think anything in.
writing poetry
Out of the Clyde - by
A boy once more who learnt the lessons early – / that those who hurt you most, you love most dearly.
Echo: Dropt Sapphics - by
What cld you potentially – no! – possibly do to mean – O – wait! this feels too facile. So try once again. Make sure it is all sure – steadfast – scalar movements towards god knows what. You request the sun is shut out so you can muse on song. O – but of […]
Bilingual Poet’s Dilemma - by
Don’t mind if it’s in Sign,
Or words in witty lines…
In a Secondhand Bookshop - by
Maybe I buy the book in the brief belief / that thoughts can be reciprocal
The Interior - by
A lifetime of work to own a house / then you end up diminished by it.
Poetry Forum - by
What is poetry for? (Maitreyabhandu)
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/ It’s for weddings
/ and funerals
/ and reading on the train
/ and for taking a person out of herself
/ and bringing…
The Well-Spring - by
Since the former priestess’s departure / a sea-change has taken place.
The Scribe Under the Trees - by
In the trees above me
/ The blackbird sings
/ As I sit here at my table
/ With my books and my writing things.
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/ A…
What Not to Write on the Back Jacket of Your Debut Collection - by
This book is not bad.
/ A number of these poems feature the poet’s dog: George.
/ The author’s mother recommends this book.
/ Boris Johnson…
Anthem - by
In my disorder I shivered sweated, yawned
/ with fear and wrote some lines that went beyond
/ wit’s end…
End Matter - by
i. You’re at the postscript stage,* I read.
/ …